featuring 2 Live Crew & Christion
*(Numskull talking)*
Like they always say what's good fo Num is always good fo Yuk. Let's
get high.
*(Christion)*
20 blunts a day
Hin an ala zae.
20 blunts a day
Hin an ala zae.
*(Christion Numskull Yukmouth)*
One (echos) (Drink A Lot.... all day)
Two (echos)
Five (echos) (Smoke A Lot.... all day)
Twenty (echos)
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
You know what I came to do,
came to drink wit a gold face same as you,
drop a fifty on the bar,
for a fifth of Hindu,
got freaks wit me gotta get gin too,
I know hoes think the same as me,
cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty,
pullin niggaz on the floor,
dance nasty as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap dance in the corner,
same ol shit,
same ol hits,
same ol click,
same ol dick,
bitch don't look in my eyes,
cuz I ain't payin,
ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see,
cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
pop a coochie to the back,
pop a coochie to the front,
but damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT,
what ya really want,
what ya really need,
pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed,
girl I always pictured you in neon lights,
big 44 double D's,
what a sight,
you an me both we can get respect,
two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck,
you my type,
you ol hoe,
you my type,
you know.
Chorus *(Christion)*
Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm lookin this way.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo.
Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store.
Hin, an ala-zae, I can't keep my vision straight.
Hin, an ala-zae.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
ZAE??
Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot,
why you smoke??
20 blunts a day, you don't choke,
why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
get up while my dick on yo coat,
an I'm bumpin Too $hort,
down the block,
three on fourth,
my nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E.,
nickle an dime ass nigga,
to a top hat balla,
big rigga like E-Fourtee,
niggaz know me,
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees,
whole keys,
see me in a E-3 dub,
rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk,
peep us,
only bad bitches beep us,
turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
smokin reefa,
took off my DK's,
an she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka,
an her pussy,
lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see,
mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie,
woogie,
bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie,
an be a,
ride a Benz wit my knees what??
breakin trees up,
rollin weed up,
on my way to the V-up,
to put the g's up,
see Yuk,
hella high, tinky eyed like Korea.
*(chorus)*
20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day.
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, that's why I'm lookin this way.
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze
20 blunts a day.
Blazed.
*(2 live Crew)*
Verse 3 *(Black Marquis)*
Do it on the way to San Jose,
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay,
niggaz I'm scratch,
but they call it Killa Kali,
I'm walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies,
20 bag please,
20 Deep East,
I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree,
wit my dime piece mommie,
queen bees keeper,
when the bitch shake her ass,
nigga you should see her,
wit a taped on braclet,
diamond laced watches,
Mosskimo jeans,
wit her condoms in the pocket,
the bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag,
sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag,
slidin off g-string off in a coach bag,
dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash.
Verse 4 *(Young Smooth Ice)*
Back to the side where niggaz blaze,
home of the crew, an the booty shake,
straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
lookin fo the one that'll do me right,
who keep me cummin all through the night,
ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees,
fuck me,
suck me,
but nigga please,
let a nigga hit it,
bitch I know you wit,
from the back, cuz my dicks all in it,
I stick it in, like it ain't no thang,
dick stay hard,
OD'd on Ginseng,
come an be my private dancer,
a playa like me is yo only answer,
holla at yo boy if you wanna play,
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. (echos)
*(chorus)*
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
Verse 1:
Baby tell me is it cool to touch me
before we room it up
do you need the strawberry booms to fuck
cut up the tunes and bump
what up my name is Yukmouth
but that don't mean I eat the pussy or the butt out
or you could get the fuck out my vehic
cause, eating your pussy I can't see it
a million other bitches I could be wit
believe it, see it aint aloud in the Lexo
don't talk that way
I'll drop your ass half a block away from the ghetto
with the club via Freak Nasty
Debbie doesn't but drinking niggers bubble up Freak Nasty
pass me that baggy of doe doe
global conversation on the mo mo, dig this
If you would like to blow the endo
lets go Holiday Inn in the ego
open the no smoke out the window
roll back to back when I'm in on my business
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
Verse 2:
Billy, put your seatbelt on
I aint got no bills
plus once up the ass and the streets full of Tash
(I just shake my ass)
that aint gonna work
but it will for me
lets see, pull up your skirt
let me feel the monkey
it kinda smells
you fine but you got to take a shower
I could tell
lets skate, blaze the hep, crack the Henney
here, hit that
don't, thats a no, give it back
damn, you ever met a bitch that need a muzzle
I got some gin in the back you can guzzle
by the way whats your motherfuckin name?
(you forgot alreay)
shit, I just cross reference with game
change your train of thought
I was taught to speak now and ask questions later
cause bitches quick to catch the vapors
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to fuck?
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to fuck?
Verse 3:
Baby tell me is it cool to fuck
but you already knowin
its 5 o'clock in the morning
where the fuck you think we going yet bitch
get blunted and beep
how we creep in Vineto 600 this week though
sit your asses
look at mesmorizes eyes that twinkle
bitches astounded by the Chinese and Peroneco
hey you, hit the showel
towels in the back, check it
and when you done bring your ass out here
surround by sounds coming out the walls
my little freak nasty bitch start coming out her draws
and all and all
she like to eat dick, a can of balls and her jaws
go down the chimney with Santa Clause
wheres my bitch?
three plus one equals four
naked motherfuckers
big orgies on the floor
bitches knees sore
rug burns, broken lamp shades
what a party this trash made
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to fuck?
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to fuck?
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
As I precede to count my dividends plenty ends that I done made
With plenty bitches, with plenty men that they done played
I'm laid back up in the cut with a cup of yak
I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin' back
Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals
We pimps from Houston, Texas to California for real
My pockets hurtin' baby, I need some financial love
So get where you supposed to
And do what you does, get your facial done baby
Do your physic well, no holdin' jail over, resent mail
No hoes with no clothes torn up and ripped apart
Domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared
You fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas
Beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground
I found a new bitch for MJG and the Luniz
This pimpin' got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin' zumie
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
I'm creatin' havok on hood spots
The hustle don't quit until the good stop
But don't sleep, we leavin' cars on wood blocks
An' lookin' for could be nots drivin' by lookin' wide eyed
Gone acid washed jeans, T-shirt lookin' tyedyed
FM beats lettin' loose on big trips to Vegas
Candy green polly dubbed nips lookin' outrageous
Big pimpin' and panderin', big boostin' and gamblin'
Everything is all good until police start manhandlin'
Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
Indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for
Gettin' hastled by wild boys, like gettin' lassoed by cowboys
Any instructions given, he put some more shit on like now boy
Like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin'
Boss said anything, I'm makin' the plan to start jettin' off
Ooh ah, don't look behind until my shoes stop
The only thing on my mind is losin' you cop
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Someone's knockin' at my door, oh who could it be
Big baller with the sawed off, choppin' off all below your knees
I testify, not glorify, when I get high, tell all that listen
What I see through my blood shot eyes, my peers they die
Why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese
On they knees, how one to the head behind them keys
I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin' on twinkie
Smokin' sticky and breathin' until my breathe get stinky
Pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together
Ran like DMC, left me livin' tougher than leather, teenage eyes
Soakin' up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns
And freakin' hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin'
I've been sittin', tryin' to be winnin', dissin' bitches
Fuckin' hoes, conversatin with women
Workin' out pimp ass nigga since my day of birth
It's in my blood nigga
I'm gonna hustle till I leave this Earth
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Nigga, it's in my blood to fuck around with these thugs
Straight villans, drug dealin', 38 snuff consume, niggas buck pealin'
I love millions, plus stackin' them chips on up to the ceiling
Sittin' on fat like banks, without no scratch and no dank
We gettin' bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett
In a major way, just witness, business flossin'
Boss playas kickin' champagne wishes before this rap business
Playas I went from rags to riches, to havin' cash and bad ass bitches
Since day one, yo nigga been slangin' that A-1 Yola
Hit ups savings for razor blades and bakin' soda
Paper chasin', usin' V-12 to swell up the cola
Baby just shakin', turnin' the liquid form into bolas
I Chef like Raekwon, those friends that wanna blaze
One come over, dropped the Napalm until you scream
Straight cream on up, coughin' up they lungs
They come back screamin' for more when it's over
Slangin' these head rhymes to young soldiers
These [unverified] known as hustlers, nigga
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
Hustlin', it's in my nature
Hustlin', don't be afraid
featuring Brownstone
Can I do my thang??
*(Yukmouth)*
Speak on it.
*(Brownstone)*
Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh.
Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues,
like 5-0-5's
I won't lie,
homicide,
gram will cry,
pray for me that I won't die,
suicide,
I won't try,
bullets fly,
drive-by,
don't let it slide, do or die,
you an I, slide by,
catch them niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to hide body die rot,
on they porch,
when I expectin some sort of drive-by,
type retaliation,
under styles I lace, MOBBulation,
lets begin breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the cops is waitin to umm,
accelerate on yo vehicle,
run down yo vehicle,
even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in these high-speedaz,
police they be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an outta lanes,
runnin from O-H-A,
what they throw away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every mutha fucka wanna peep.
Chorus x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*
Millionaire!
Dreams of big millions play.
Ever seen a sad millionaire?
I thought that money make us happy.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
What if I was a millionaire,
huh,
a major playa on the block,
that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn't stop,
hella strap happy,
cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,
point yo gats at me,
I don't know where uzis to yo knot,
fo fuckin wit the big shot,
I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,
be down,
that's one of my shit, an get shot,
only the baddest bitches jock,
get chosen,
global shouts,
for bitches out there who be voguin,
on the collar of poppa,
brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,
where niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
cuz I be high like phone doctor,
spark on vodka,
eatin lobster, bumpin Frank Sinatra,
Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who shot ya,
like Vinny Blanca,
come back in the end juss to haunt ya,
plus I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,
what's the big proper use,
go get yo bread an do what ya gots to be a,
millionaire playa.
Chorus x2
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh.
You niggaz juss created a monsta,
fuck a type, I smoke gonga,
in the Bahammas,
fuckin yo baby mama,
doggystyle (whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
doubt man,
who wow "Bout it, Bout it",
niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man,
but I doubt it, doubt it,
be rowdy,
hit the paper chasin clout it,
sky up out the ugly four day la-la-by yo Cuttie like a ballot,
smokin blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,
fresh outta drug rehabs,
spend two g's at every function I be at,
believe that, BITCH!!
Ya mind is Smoke-A-Lot,
grab bitches by the throat-a-lot,
that's what ya told the cops,
I hold the glock,
aim it an fire,
retire another nigga,
nameless,
game is fo hire,
desire chariots fire,
light as I'm a tuck her,
we're so called "potnaz", fuck 'em,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't rush 'em,
gotta bust 'em,
too skinny I can't trust 'em,
an when the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might have to love 'em,
an that's fo real.
Nigga.
Chorus x5
*(Yukmouth talking during chorus)*
Have all this fuckin money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still got
problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, they try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. Fuck
money, I wish I didn't have it, cuz when I didn't have it it was all
good, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store.
Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wanna
do you, skanless boy, this is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.
*(knocking)*
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
Damn
What's up!?
(It's me mayne, Money Green!)
I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
I'm talkin' about them "buy-no" bro's
don't buy no Hamps, don't buy no liquor
smoke yo whole bundle type "buy-no" folks
be showin' up at yo door step
got yo whole block hot
takin' off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop
(STOP! In the name of the law!)
Show up again on the strip, you gettin' floor
(I ain't got no where to go!)
I can't help that there bro
I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for?
I can't help you wit the pain you got, but I'm a tell you one mo'
time...
*(Chorus)*
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Ring the alarm!
Another dope fiends callin', haulin' ass to my door cuz I'm ballin'
all in my buildin', wakin' up grown folks children
now they complainin' claimin' that I'm dope dealin'
I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin'
me and my hoe yawnin'
and there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
he claimin' that he smoke rock, and better take yo ass to the dope spot
fool I tote glocks, and I'm the type that blasted
I closed the door, and so you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
and all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
inflicted by the drug clientel
they ask a lie in hell
but now I'm lyin' in a cell
wit no bail like the Goodfellas
I'm gonna tell ya...
*(Chorus)*
Never ever Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
Man, why ya'll still knockin'!?
I'm fed up wit that
now I think ya'll plottin'
tryin' to case my house
scopin' out my cabbage (it's cool!)
I should start shootin' folks in the ass hole
cuz I'd a told 'em before, but they still come at will
so now this time, I think that some blood should spill
it ain't juss dudes it's hoes too
my house ain't the spot!
Smellin' up my crib wit yo dirty ass cock
my broad findin' out is what I'm fearin'
showin' up wit out notice, leavin' photos and earings
people knockin at my door, it ain't me it's different strokes
so you can go on, leave and get yo Note
playa hatas
betta save a, quarter
so you can hit me on my pager
keep comin' and I'm a mow ya
cuz I....
*(Chorus)*
Told you not to Ring My Bell!
But you can give me that page.
I told you not to Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
1 and a 2 and a 3
hoes wanna do it to Num, Dru and me
she screw me and do me like V.V.D.
a hoochie
poppin' that coochie like an O.G. off the VSOP
and you know we had to work that fat ass orgy!
When I was on the turf, hoes used to smirk and straight ignore me
now it Georgie-Porgie, put in pie
couldn't I
be in yo video half naked doin' the butterfly?
wit some other guy tattooed straight on your titty
a pretty
freakin' all the ballers in the city
you tried to rigg me
but once it's done, once a hoe
8 months pregnant, but you know we did it 4 months ago
And yo!
I had the J the I the M
so whoever went wrong you betta ask them
and baby I ain't the one
and I couldn't of.
You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
No, you shouldn't have ring it!
featuring Swoop G 3X Krazy & Cydal
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California
Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop
I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
came back to California now it's time to roll
I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank
my uncle was a balla from around the way
so I had the hook up
whole keys I cooked up
now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick
pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick
and the twist cuz niggaz be havin shit
like bitches on Set It Off, dank
niggaz be sniffin dark bank
mission accomplished boss crack
hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit
let it off
niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss
it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa
talks to throw away gats in the air
for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa
niggaz beware
the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere
fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
no happy-happy, joy-joy
it's these boys,
runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
it goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
black ski maskes
niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay
the Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
eh, eh blaze.
Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*
Back in the days, when I was raised
niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
and hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen
bitch you was chosen,
that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless
fuck all that other
bury yo brother
leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.
Verse 4 *(Bart)*
Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
for tryin to brace,
cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience
hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this
bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard
lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard
oh, from a sucka
fo them niggaz that press they luck there
in a game fucka
paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
couped up in an send 'em, an jive
make niggaz remember the Mobb
them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em
an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista
hit ya, get ya, split ya
that's how we shit ya.
Verse 5 *(Cydal)*
Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable
niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull
they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable
the world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
givin up info
on where you hide yo doe an indo
guess what you in for
you bout to find out
that shit we in, we all contenders
you don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window
don't even trip
I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
it's on yo bitch
we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma
jump in the get away ride and hit the corner
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)
Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*
Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz
fo all you wacked out niggaz
bitch made batched out niggaz
jaw jacked out niggaz
I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz
these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass
never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass
bitch ass nigga
no cash gettin-er
hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta
switch hittin ass, nigga too late
he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
dumpin on nothin
must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets
then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls
coward
these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone
before a nigga cool his gun
real nigga runnin from Mobb
will throw away glock
won't pistol go drop
never go Mobb
when the 4-4 stop
will a nigga get mopped
fo restin my knot
tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
you fuckin wit niggaz that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out
3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a
we folks all day
Ager, Sneek an the B.A.
put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay
Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*
Don't get it twisted we got restrictions
niggaz that witnessed family beatins
from family meetins
no family grievins
juss some youngstas
grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
evil tactics
to shovel up caskets, and double barrell
shotty blasted
I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin
murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed
and cross the game it ain't the thang
Swoop G plus two G's will make them niggaz for you to hang
an try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reign
it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame
sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl
and we ain't discussin shit
we bustin clips,
to makin 'em hurl
bullets makin them bustas curl
an I put that on the Mobb nigga
we Mobb niggaz
includin everywhere we go
that's how we do it.
Verse 8 *(Numskull)*
When you see Num, you see Mobb
how happly if you need job
even if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we Mobb
Slobb don't mean Blood
an Cuzz don't mean Crip
an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip
when we sip
we laid out, to drip-drip dry
we be slip-slip ride
through the Town doin high-bys
when the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill
we'll be real
what's the deal
uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!
Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly
makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities
havin these thang is like a
Government task
M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out)
featuring Dru Down
*(Yukmouth talking)*
Hennessy! (Hindu)
Pass it!
(Ahhh)
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
Ballin, hit the scene.
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)*
Get yo grind on man.
(Get yo grind on)
Get yo scrilla on
(The scrilla, scratch, paper)
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
I won't let it phase me
this the game mayne
an this is my domain
make a couple of bomb
shit this ain't the same
now I'ma send this repetension
I'm supposed to have G's
so, all eyes is on me
I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin
but a 50 couple of mo hoes
and major playa hatin
a nigga can't win for losin
I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do
but I'm hustlin the same thing as you
nigga I came to the Town already
the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin
fuck that
hit me if ya wanna
mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner
Wanna see me?
You know where I hang
where I used to slang caine
an got my first case for a thang-thang
about keepin shit real
this it nigga
get yo mail on
stay away from all this bitch shit
I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)
but off the hook
I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you)
I got a question
serious as thee
Why's everybody always hatin on me?
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)
Get yo grind on man.
(I'm the pusha, pusha man.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.)
Get yo pimp on man.
(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(I need my money right now bitch.)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
West coastin
Pacific Ocean
niggas in Oakland
cut close to sellin dope an high
smokin until a nigga stop chokin
get broken off
for tryin to spit a razor blade out
then whip the gage out
an blow him rib cage out
I got my fetti
hit up Casino's like Joe Pesci
the get away ridin a jet skit
I'm double 0-7, Golden Eye
gold mouth, golden finga
ass out while I'm holdin Nina
I remember when I used to sell dope
makin 20 off a Note
task smash an grab a nigga by the throat
but I swallowed it
an you can spit it out
when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out
now I'm on some mo'
Rolex
Moet
X-O
mo sex than the next hoe
tote Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt)
it's the creamery
hit the scenery
so cleanery
on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery.
*(Chorus)* 1x
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
I hate you
and you hate me
to slang I-C-E
but I see me
bubblin mo than thee
to be or not to be
(That's the question)
Like Shakespeare
You inturrupt my struggle and I make fear.
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
Stayed on the West Coast
the best coast
still yo ass full of guest coast
Bitches!
Get yo neck choked
Niggas!
Get yo chest smoked
same thing for nay fiends
these nay fiends
hoe want bankin
thankin they bitch ass cuz it's stankin.
Verse 5 *(Numskull)*
I'm stankin like X-O
staggering my whole life through me
I'm headed to the west like Fievel
I know where I'm supposed to be like compass'
no matter where the fuck you from
yo bitch is bumpin this.
Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*
Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!!
Straight margerin
niggas be starvin in the drought
puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house
Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola
stackola on the up an up
I can't be fuckin up.
*(Chorus)* 1x
*(Dru Down's outro)*
Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga!
(Biatch!)
Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know
(EASTSIDE!!)
steady grindin.
(The Vill in this mutha fucka!)
Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know.
(Biatch!)
Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?
featuring Raphael Saadiq
Nummy Num playboy
I remember when we was hella broke dude
We just had a dream right?
We made it happen dude
Chorus:
Jus me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Jus me and you
Ooh baby coming way up out the game
Jus me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Jus me and you
Ohh baby and the songs turn again
Don't worry bout a damn thang
Numbskull:
We used to be short on the avenue so broke
on the avenue I couldn't afford to have a brew
how it happened dude just me and you
I use to drink brew after you
you had your daughter first my baby son was born right after you
now we making cash with Dru
oh look what havin' cash would do
playahatas come after you
if they blast at you
i'd be the first one to prove what the mass would do
one ain't better than havin' two
looney individuals off cash and brew
lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at you
hindu drinkin glass with you, cheers
we lasted through years what we have to do
we finally here, I got 5 showed on the billboard live
doin' songs with Too Short, courtesy of jive
front page of the Vibe, live and direct,
Rafael Saadiq freak that beat chorus and drumset
make your ears wet like sex, who waitin to come next
with pavey rolex
just me and you
Chorus
Yuckmouth:
We risked it and killed in cali before we make bread
creating our heaven on earth but it's worse we cursed from birth
now turn money and keepin moms happy got me gladly livin lavelle
I say we blessed to have mail
big willie, I'm numb to the world baby
don't speak among thangs unless it pays me
you never see yuckmouth weighin circumstances
you never see numbskull flossin takin chances
advancement is okay doe and cheatin is alright
and it's best to have some killa's on the payroll, day and night
stick and move pick and choose licks
Benet wasn't in it that's why Benet didn't benefit
believe my story the tale of glory didn't make me believe
that in america I never had to worry
Cupid wasn't stupid but never was Numb and Yuck
it was all dreams and wishes, game and luck
Just me and you
Chorus
It was gonna happen man
First we got 5 on it
Now we got 5 on big beats
Rafael Saadiq, DJ Quik, G 1
That's how it happened man
Once you get large do your thang
Big thangs man
Numb:
Hey when you saw my show in '94
you didn't know we'd blow like Nitroclycerin
Girbaud, Tommy Hill, Timberland
Playboy I use to rock a pendelton, offecer arrests a gentleman
now I'm spending big deusch marks on German women
in the red light district way out in Amsterdam kickin it
Adam and Eve coffee shop purchase grams wicked
disappeared like the grand wizard dig it
trying to be the richest young black brothas in the business
Yuck:
I heard so many times it was hopeless, bogus
accordin to both of us the world was untouched we had to focus
I had to explain thangs to the fullest
figured out what we could and couldn't
and made plans to get the puddin'
there's too many rules to made and broke
the mail is to be made so lets fade a toast
now tell these folks to let me be all I can be
so the L-U-N-I-Z will go down is history
Chorus
Chorus
Creep on in, on in (echos)
Woo.
See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
Whoooo!
Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE
I GOT FIVE!
Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*
(Knumskull)
I Got Five On It
I got five what you got nigga?
(Yukmouth)
Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga.
(Knumskull)
Well that's that
fuck it
I think I got three bucks in my backpack
enough to get a phat sack.
(Yukmouth)
Hell yeah!
(Knumskull)
You got some zags?
(Yukmouth)
Not at all man.
(Knumskull)
Let's get some from the store.
(Yukmouth)
Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken.
(Knumskull)
Damn
open the door blood.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga where my keys at?
(Knumskull)
I don't know?
(Yukmouth)
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
(Knumskull)
Oh here they go in my sock.
(Yukmouth)
Put your seatbelt on
cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
(Knumskull)
Well nigga bust a U-ey then.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga fire up that doobie then.
(Knumskull)
Hell nah!
(Yukmouth)
You major skanless potna.
(Knumskull)
Well sue me then.
(Yukmouth)
Oh, be like that on a roach?
(Knumskull)
Nope, look at them hoes!
(Yukmouth)
Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?!
(Knumskull)
Damn I had a flash back
this nigga frontin me some yay
but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga what if the cash jack?
(Knumskull)
Oh it's cool
Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.
(Yukmouth)
It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass
(Knumskull)
Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
(Yukmouth)
Yup
Oooh!
a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this.
(Knumskull)
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(Yukmouth)
Why you bring that skanless ass sack?
(Knumskull)
Man this shit ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
(Yukmouth)
Roll it up then nigga!
(Knumskull)
Haha, yeah!
(Yukmouth)
Let's go half on some liquor
yeah go get some Tango or something.
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
(Knumskull)
Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing!
(Sorry)
(Knumskull)
Man I spend wit you all the time.
(Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine)
(Knumskull)
Aww fuck that!
(Yukmouth)
They didn't let you get the drank?
(Get out my store!)
(Knumskull)
Man I ain't trippin.
Chorus *(Mike Marshall)*
I got five on it
grab your 40
let's get keyed
I got five on it
fuckin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got five on it
nigga lets go half on a sack.
Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
I take a sack to the face
whenever I can
fuck a cruch
I be smokin that shit
til the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a Hampa
to burn slo
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
then
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
fuck that
you betta bring your own shit cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you better pass the
JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with Chris
that nigga rollin up a fattie
but the Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that shit had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
but I ain't fuckin wit that
I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that
I'm a lounge wit that
nigga bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but I know how to SMOKE!
I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke.
*(chorus)* x2
*(during chorus)*
Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!
Dayyyymn!
I'm hella high. Damn.
That's that indo.
Dayyyymn!
Only Oakland got that Doja like that.
Only the Town nigga.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pass that shit over here.
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Playa
give me some brew an I might just chill
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain't enuff on it
fuck wit the S the T, I-D-E-S
never the less
I'm hella fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong
I'm gone
beatin my chest like King Kong
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40
and when it comes to get another stogie
niggas all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shit
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before its history
cuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungs
an if you let 'em hit it for free
you hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the dick teasers
skeezers and weirdos
that be fuckin off the land like Where tha bomb at?
Give me two bucks
you take a puff
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious
bomb will make a nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cuz niggas snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie
*(chorus fades out)*
featuring Redman
[Redman]
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
[Luniz]
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's booty love the Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, cuz big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
Chorus: Redman and Luniz
Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
"I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out"
(repeat 2X)
[Luniz]
Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet
So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good
[Redman]
Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
You're facin, the Cochise of operation
And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
I bang rawly, do you orally
My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40
Chorus 1/2
[Redman]
I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin crew
I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
Blaze high, then smoke
[Luniz]
Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over
Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
Players we know, ain't no gambino
Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
But clown you more like Downtown Judy
Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control
in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime
But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen
Chorus (repeat to fade)
featuring E 40 & B Legit
*(Yukmouth)*
CHALL ONGE!
Uh
I challenge you B Legit an E 40
to Numskull an Yukmouth
lets see who get the highest.
Chorus *(Yuk Num 40 Legit)
The highest niggaz in the industry
you high like me B Legit?
(it's all you Yuk.)
The highest niggaz in the industry
an when you see us backstage nigga
pass that weed
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
Anytime Numskull (then lets get keyed)
(we the drunkest niggaz in the industry)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water, you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
Well lets get keyed.
Verse 1 *(E-40)*
I wish I had some half,
mutha fuckin plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up,
devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin,
like a fat ass rat,
on a big ass peaunt blue trap,
I'm stuck,
stiff,
can't move,
paralized,
mud slides,
excuses,
that are made up,
can't focus,
I hang out wit,
commrads an cromies,
dudes an boys an,
mutha fuckaz juss betta hope that he don't get liquor poison,
(liquor poison)
mutha fuckaz best believe that they makin some kind of sense.
Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
I been wit this Gin an Juice,
cranberry an Vodka,
I juss came back from my pillow case slobbin out binaca,
I been tucked away,
cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
but I'm back now,
commits to get it on,
not spoil it,
I'm Drink-A-Lot,
take a jug of sumpthin big an do my thizzle,
swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
it's missle from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit.
Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)*
Cuz we the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
well lets get keyed,
the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(Anytime Numskull)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you can't out-smoke me!
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us back stage,
nigga pass that weed.
B-Legit!!
Verse 3 *(B-Legit)
I can pin a marajuana nigga,
love it like my mama nigga,
an if yo sacks ain't actin up,
back it up,
ain't no dub's like the ones I got,
an I'm forced to give 'em back cuz my smoke don't stop,
got me grooved to the curb,
tryin to get this mill,
deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
an my folks,
be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
they way I post in the Indies,
smoke it on the hill.
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh,
well juss pass me the el flamo,
my afro grow like Rudy Ramo,
blunts to the facial turn into a human tornado,
yes I'm able,
cut up the gonga,
I'm Philly label blunt sponsered,
blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert,
Smoke-A-Lot-tae,
so sweat the collar so I stay out yo bod-day,
hydo-hottie,
I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me,
B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis,
20 blunts a day,
high got me smokin big weed wit yo baby mommie.
Chorus (Num, 40, Yuk)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(anytime Numskull)
Well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you high like me B-Legit,
(it's all you Yuk)
the highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us backstage, nigga,
pass that weed.
Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
40,
y'all better our name ain't reefa,
or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
get it shot up,
in a hot ride, wit a millameta,
cannibus sintiva I blow in the challes,
you smoke mo than me,
like the Cosby show nigga I challenge,
let's see who be walkin off balanced,
pervin,
fuck em wit Yuk it's curtians,
I smoke mo than Michael Irvin.
Verse 6 *(Numskull)*
Swervin big Lexus,
throwin 40 bottles out the roof,
breath about 100 proof,
slammin bot-els,
rod-els shakin my back,
so gone,
I feel like hurlin off the yak, (tell 'em Num),
come on,
roll the window down,
let me get a tad bit of breeze,
my whole vision is seein threes.
Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*
I got a plug so silly,
smokin on a Philly,
mix it up wit 40,
bitch I know you hear the music,
it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man,
in the land,
we juss high as we can,
we in Japan,
smokin on a beela wit bitch,
some niggaz niggaz about they mutha fuckin riches.
Verse 8 *(E-40)*
Yeah, y'all might be high like Willie Nelson, (Willie Nelson)
true dat lil b,
but lets play ping-pong,
here take a swig of some of this make your stomach bleed,
about to re-check myself back into the re-habilitation center,
alcohol an drug program,
fix me up in that mutha fucka kick it, (wit who?)
Dave Perity an Jean Claude Van Damme,
Yuk,
you ain't tryin to see me boy, (boy)
yo nigga Numskull be drinkin like a sailor (sailor, sailor),
you niggaz betta stick to smokin weed.
Chorus *(Yuk, Legit, Num, 40)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you can't outsmoke me.
(you can't outsmoke me.)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us backstage nigga,
pass that weed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(Num you can't out drink me)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
uh-huh, uh-huh,
BIATCH!!
BIATCH!!
Yo piano man, take us up on outta here playboy.
My get back skillz, my get back skillz.
*(E-40)*
(burp)
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
but I'm about my cash,
but if an,
ignit mutha fucka wanna step to me,
I wouldn't hesitate to blast. (blast)
BIATCH, BIATCH, BIATCH.
Bitch.
(burps an throwin up til end.)
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch
It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?
I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery
I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true
So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried
Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it
Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150
Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'
I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life
A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost
But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Let's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no
Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O'
And the folks don't understand, yes you can
Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot
But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me
Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens
I got work someone told knumskullin rollin'
Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat
Keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin' outta control? Nah, petty theivin'
Leavin' no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the luniz fool
If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Knuckle head fool wit that master plan
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man
'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep
I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep
So punk P, the situation is I skipped it
No set trip got the glock caulked
Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro
Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
Wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin' face
Action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry
Kickin' this psycho shit wit my click, so you knows of me
It's goin' down I'm all about my mail
Wit my g's flipped from keys
Equals dope I'm a sale client-tell
Got me on top wit raps a crook
But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs
So mutha fuckas took they last look
I'm broke, I'm sellin check books
'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Eh Bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
You're cocaine, give it to me, now what the fuck?
You, you must be snortin' some shit or something
What the fuck is that?
Let's go turn off all the lights
And make it seem like no ones home
Niggas comin' from the East side
'Bout to hoo ride and get stole
See the whole thang was a plot
'Cause that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot
Since your neighbors are all in my business
You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
Juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit
And then I'm outtie 350 probably you niggas scared, don't stop me
I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies
The Paraphernalia, The Niggas, The Killas, The Mobb
The Riggas, The Skrilla, The Dealas is doin' they job
Eclipse keeps clips, so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin' on a pipe
Hustlas on the corner, shootin' dice
All of my folks in jail, raisin' hell
Got bitches on the whole stroll sellin' fruit cocktails
To clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas
All of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone
Sky out to your honey comb hideout money gone
Pullin' capers on fakes erase your papers like white out
Ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse
My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch
Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row
Even though I try I can't let go
Like Mariah Carey the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguire's
Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin' a cab driver
Either be a broke ass, no cash havin your doe on I float on
Break more niggas than Ozone
What really goes on hops the props, I must clock
Hearin' no glock will have that ass holdin' like buckshots
Fuck cops I post on the block slangin' crack-noid
Avoid being broke I'm tradin' places wit Dan Akroyd
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
featuring Harm, Too $hort
*(Radio personality talking)*
Really hasn't been brought up too clearly.
The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed.
*(Too $hort talking)*
Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
about this.
*(Yukmouth talking)*
The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
praise when everything is going good.
*(Too $hort talking)*
We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss
drop it on 'em.
*(Numskull talking)*
You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all
unified you see it's all Jesus.
*(Too $hort)*
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
*(Too $hort talking)*
Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up talking
about, man it's on. Your niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. Nigga
what we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this
life an death nigga, shit, what's really going on?
Verse 1 *(Too $hort)*
Jumped all in a niggaz face front him on tha spot,
don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot,
but who made the rules do you recall?,
who's the judge when it comes to this street law?,
is it me?,
you?,
or is it my crew?,
my niggaz get down, yo niggaz do too,
mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life,
cuz ain't nuthin nice,
ya gotta pay the price,
ya know them dudes,
walkin in them same shoes,
it's brand new to you,
but the game is used,
I got it from them old niggaz,
they so cool,
now we juss roll through,
all the hoes know who,
ball in yo town,
don't front, it's too little,
cuz fake ass niggaz get punked fo your riddles,
so what's it all about,
think about it later,
to all you real gangstaz,
an all you perpitrators.
Chorus *(Harm)* x2
You've,
got me funkin,(funkin)
over nuthin man,(funkin man)
why ya wanna funk wit me??
(Speak on it boy!)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh.
Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of,
niggaz who talk hella shit,
is who I'm quick to sock the shit out of,
sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door,
got em froze like pocino,
ya spendin all yo doe,
on the average ass,
stanky ass,
run a gank ass, fuck everybody fast,
juss an Oakland ass hoe,
now I know why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass Joe,
all that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo,
you must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow,
you baffled,
you mutha fuckin youngstaz,
so go wit your old ass flow,
I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe,
cuz some of niggaz wonder,
why us playaz do this,
I'm under,
caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit,
the truth is,
you know my funk is through,
fuckin ride fo a nigga,
if that nigga ain't gonna do shit,
ya wanna be ass pimp,
gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event.
BITCH!!
Dig it.
Chorus *(x2)*
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
I'm too mutha fuckin much fo myself,
so funkin wit niggaz close to home is sumpthin else,
if you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off,
then that's the end of it,
concentrate on makin mill an start spendin,
now this is where my do it for myself begins,
cuz in '97,
I ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends,
now I got no enemies,
I hold no grudges,
from now on I'm overseein my own budget,
(fo real!!)
we all did our dirt nigga,
but now that's all forgivin,
Chris you my nigga til the ending,
an,
I started wit Dru,
I started wit Smoke-A-Lot,
hangin wit me, so I gives a fuck,
Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death,
nigga you wanna chop it up wit me,
go through death yoself,
I ain't tryin to hear nuthin,
stead of throwin away skrillion,
nigga,
I'd rather be fuckin.
Uh.
Chorus *(x2)*
Verse 4 *(Too $hort)*
I signed my name on the dotted line,
niggaz know I did it first,
an when you first,
you know you get it worse,
I suck the game up,
I try to pass it on,
niggaz from the Bay,
gettin they cash on,
from Frisco,
to Vallejo,
to the Big "O",
fuck that yeh-yo,
hundred thousand units,
make a nigga half a million dollaz,
if you sittin on a grip,
I have to holla at yo later,
you can get rich in a minute,
two words,
distribution,
independent,
make an accapella you can hear every word,
I spit this game you never ever heard,
you know how you be quick to pop niggaz,
these record companies be quick to rob niggaz,
I say "$hort Dogg",
an now they pay me,
don't pay these youngstaz,
an watch 'em get crazy.
Chorus *(til end)*
*(Too $hort talking during chorus)*
Fuck around an run up in yo shit. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby,
we runnin up in record companies writin our own mutha fuckin checks.
Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's really goin
on? Watch out. Niggaz in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide.
Oakland style, BITCH! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?
Shit. Come on now.
*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)*
Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!)
Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!)
We back in this mutha fucka
9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!)
Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!)
All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!)
Ya Capable (E-40 man!)
Ya Capable
Ya Capable
Peep it.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Eh, eh
uh
Live an direct
4-5 an a Tech
niggas be bustin in disguise like why would you lie
when cops arrive on the set
dope fiends die over a check
ya niggas strive fo tha best
to get some seats to rest in peace
but funk don't die on tha set
you must lie fo yo set
an if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy
Understands me?
Lace tha family wit candy like Willie Wonka
fiends pull up to my bumpa
infedamines, an green marijuana
whatever you want a nigga got it
slangin narcotics
I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product
heiron he shot it
into his veins
got it by sellin everythang
that's when he broke into his older son house mayne
it's strange to watch ya dad box
ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some cash
pops!"
but it's too late wire his shit up
jaw stiched up
lip bust
fo fuckin wit us
sick ass niggas.
Chorus 2x
Do I starve and do without
stay about your paper route
get yo cash
ya Capable.
Stay about your paper route
(Niggas!)
Ya Capable
Stay about your paper route
(Bitches!)
Ya Capable.
Ya Capable.
Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
For a nigga that make stacks
he got to pack Mac's
get off when shit hap's
shit off some stanky
before
a nigga gets kidnapped
should'a have
too late
put in halfs
been confiscated
now your whole domain is isolated
imprisoned
on the turf ya been on for long years
nigga
Don't ya realize somethin is wrong here?
Should'a kept ya focus
know this shit is called
ya mail mammy
cuz mail holds together your whole family
Understand me?
Manny
fuck Tony's sister
that's the reason he could come an get ya
if I snub ya
then nigga I get richer
picture this
bitch had a block
bitch slanged rocks
bitch sold glocks
an had ties wit the cops
now I's
no dummy get yo bread on
but if you go the wrong route
then you will get your head gone
that's why I got capablity's
to stack some skrill
become maxin fat cats
wit the gats concealed
so I.
*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Eh, eh
eh, eh, eh
uh.
One time fo ya mind
here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas
and my niggas on the grind
packin 9 milla-metas
9 lives like cheatas
but ya stealin reeta, drug
dealas peep tha shit that I kick
hustlin, bustin down zips
makin kicks
if we ain't makin it we takin shit to the extreme
hit the scenery wit machine
gun
get the creamery an ice cream
ya Capable.
Verse 4 *(Numskull)*
That's why
greediness makes greedy dead niggas
not followin the plan makes bleedin from the head niggas
bit off a big chunk of the wrong battle
that shit
fucked ya whole shit, so you scaddled
I done, did licks for kicks
went through battles an won wars dig
this rap shit is one more win
he fucked wit me
loving to corrupt the city
Lord if it's my turn then please come an get me.
*(Chorus)* 2x
Outro *(Yukmouth)*
Dig this
eh.
I dedicate this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho)
You know, Poppa L.Q.
Phats,
Bossalini (Bossalini)
Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx)
3 Times (3 Times)
Cydal (Cydal)
Dru Down (Dru Down)
you know what I'm sayin, the list goes on an on
the Nic Nac (you know what I'm sayin)
Knucklehead
Richie Rich
Swoop G !
You know tha Mobb niggas, we all Capable
big Gov (Gov)
My niggas Capable boi, this Paraphanalia!
THA MUTHA FUCKIN MOBB!!
Bay Area
Oh, Bosko lacin the beat (Yay Area)
Bosko the finest
You can't fuck wit it
that's all you got
eh, we got Bay, L.A. boi
eh, we got L.A. an tha Bay nigga that's all you think of is tha West Coast
when you think of tha West Coast
all you think about is L.A. an Oakland (mee & u)
Done deal.
Done deal. (echos out)
Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk
By the time it get to her stomach it's spoiled
Where you get that cream from man?
The ice cream man, man, that nigga ain't no muthafuckin' joke
Hold on, hold on, close the blinds, 'cause
'Cause the neighbors are lookin'
What? Nigga let's get busy man, I'm ready to hit this big shit man
You know what I'm sayin', this is big, big
Get that kid outta here
Whoa, the kids, man get the kids outta here
Close the door, 'cause they gonna tell on us
Eh, I'm blazin' this up fo tha ice cream man nigga
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
This shit is to be to let go, so welcome to the ghetto
Got no love from my moms an pops
Had to creep an caulk heat wit my fellows
Niggaz from the Big O, always down to scuffle
Had the hustle from the get go
An' didn't no, body, give a fuck about Jerold
Not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl
Hit the dice game, hurled off the night train
So hang that four-fifth at my brain
If you want me to do the right thang
Ever since my eyes open, I musta really sell dope in
The 6-9 Village of East Oakland, hopin', my dad would come back
But that fool vamp, now my mama spend the checks
On woozy's an the food stamps
That's why my ass was pumpin' gas, an shootin' craps
So I can make me some rootin'-tootin' scratch
No dap from the school hoes, now why did I cut school
Fuck school, 'cause me didn't have no school clothes
I had to go, hook up, a book up, now I'm a crook up
On the late night posted, slangin' cakes like Hostess
Sumthin' ferocious, mo candy than Reese Pieces
Fo human species, that wanna swap fo TVs an VCs
I'm ready, like Heav D, nuttin' but love fo ya
Fedi dubbs fo ya, the only nigga would glove fo ya
It's me, the ice creamery
So weasel down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
You wonder why, I became the ice cream man
'Cause I knocked straight hands
But niggaz on my block didn't understand
That I was born to be a factor
If roses what I play, to get paid, then don't fade
But first give a nigga props, fo ditchin' cops
I couldn't work, so I knew a nigga couldn't stop
Slangin' mo yay than the next man
If I come up, don't get mad
Just give a pound to let the best stand
'Cause I done tried gettin' twenty off a note
I been there, slangin' fo the next nigga still broke
He flippin' shit, but you ain't, you fuck around an crumble
Then you come up short on yo bundle
An plus the dope fiends be gafflin', rolled out all yo scratch
You broke, so you whips up a dangle batch
To get enough to cop a zip, I'm stackin' up my grip
Got my 380 out so I don't slip
I need some real folks to come up, niggaz wit some guts
Plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk
My lick mates, 100 percent hustlaz, games an heists
Quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes
Twice the game, bigga the endin', endin' rules
Much shit, an tucked tens is what I'm sendin' fools
I goes through all shit, to lick a ball bitch
To law shit, and then I'm off wit the Lootchie
My game is ready to be sold
I got my stripes fo followin' the Yellow Brick Road
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
Now I'm the ice cream man, bitch
Don't you see the man sittin' on gold ones
Dishin' off half, zips, an whole ones, no one
Could stop the Operation Stackola
A black soldier slangin' crack only fo scratchola
I told ya, I do it to fold ya, straight over nighter
Then flag the driver down wit my flash lighter
He speak, "Please G, please don't say no to me
Fo the cream, I dream, I fiend like Jodeci"
Notice he had a G ready to spend it, splendid
Got my shit so I won't get apprehended
Once again it's on, I gets my bail on
Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on
I chops cream, seems like the whole block is holdin' now
Broke my triple beam, 'cause the whole scene is rollin' now
Hope I can get to break it down an hold thangs, wit my luck
Num an Yuk, wit gold thangs on the ice cream truck
Nut up wit nuthin's, stroll down the Yellow Brick Road
Quick to lick fo some paper to fold, stole my whole load
What you want a nigga to get hurt fo?
My operation don't include spendin' on the turf hoe
The quickest nigga to finish, I cruise some
Can't be too dumb, sewed up the block, where you from?
So float on, an roll on, an understand, easin' down the road
It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
It's the ice cream man
Bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it
It's the ice cream man
Nik Nack is in the house for the four
My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold
Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top
My limo even slide through on the late night for that high
I wanna zoom zoom, bumpin', Luni tunes, candy paint K 5
Bitches, I stay high, playa hate
Callin' me a balla, shot calla
'Cause I'm slangin' all the major weight
Blam, close the door to my residence
Po-po start searchin' low but found no evidence
They tryin' to wash me an our county like Downy
Quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty
Don't clown me, bitch
Dyke hoes wanna lick my clit
But end up gettin' stuck in the gut with a dick
Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em up with me
Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked with me
But I'm out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt
The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail
What the hell? What the fuck do you mean?
Your boyfriend is a dope fiend
And he smoked up all my ice cream
Oops, upside yo' head fo' gettin' licked like a lollipop
Let yo? nigga cut, where's my shit? now you get lolli-hopped
By everybody on the turf, oh yeah, about that skrilla
Hell yeah, that welfare check is mines on the first
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?
Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks
Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with
Post, you come back and yo' whole bundle goes
Or this niggaz add dirt to the list
Getaway clean but one wanna keep everything
He gots to cook it 'cause we need the good shit to post
Tryin' to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke
But here goes 5 G's and dubs
You can probably catch mo' 'cause I chop slugs
Blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game with no shame
Even though we got away with a whole thang of cocaine
I got fucked in the deal, somethin' cool, why me?
'Cause that 5 G's he gave me was boo-boo
Too much drama in the streets of the Oak
Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear
Not what you should know
Instead of sellin' mo' cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams
Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends
Now this is somethin' that I don't understand
Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
Call himself the ?Ice cream man??
Bitch, don't you hear the music?
That's jankie as fuck, he musta been off the fluid
Niggaz steadily tryin' to take shit from the next man
Don't playa hate, just give a pound and let the best stand
It's too much skrilla in the land fo' niggaz to be hatin'
Captain Savin, I just don't understand
'Cause when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find
Hooked up with my young comrades and we was steadily on the grind
When I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin', talkin' shit
They never woulda thought I'd be the mothafucker with all of the grip
Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man
Hoe's slobberin'-obberin' in the O, there's only one Mobb, man
Don't hop on the back of the ice cream truck
And get yo' ass booted off
I can't stand punks on a manhunt that destroy
Lay low 'cause my 44 will make yo' ass glow like Bruce Leroy
Since they bigger, many figure that I can't throw
But they don't know about this bow-legged skinny nigga
Mad because I'm foldin' grip plus rollin' thick
Still up on that late night loadin' clips, holdin' shit to myself
Shotgun bullets be bad fo' them health
So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else
Where I peep thugs have drugs to sell you
Don't fuck wit the L U N I Z, that's what they tell you
Peep the murder we wrote, we roll with C note
And Noo-Trybe to fools slide at my show
Because I make the whole fuckin' O hoo-ride
Slide to get the remedy, M.D., twamp, twamp
Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy
Been havin' suicidal tendencies the whole day
Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like O.J.
Slang a gang of caine like the Cubans, they hate when I'm crusin'
Don't fuck around and get yo' life ruined
Fool, so take yo' last look, you get yo' ass whooped
Your Rolex took 'cause broke niggaz make the best crooks
You best look over your shoulder, high-rolla with that cola
'Cause my soldiers come with mo' force than Yoda
No bloopers or blunders, we fed to head with mo' bread than Wonder
And strapped with a Mac-11 and go under
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?
It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Thugs die, why me?
Verse 1
Numskull:
All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
simply cuz I may do in this world what God sent me
if I said that I was gonna die,
would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin'
would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin'
do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big
loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes
jewels an big high rollin to the big part
of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love
until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill
one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell
Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones
now, between east and west there's problems
it's true cuz who knows when you gonna die, who
knows when and where, who knows tha reason why
who goes and who stays who pause in these days
who paves the roads ways
who makes bread and who plays
not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die
I wanna die in this business as a thug
so I ask you, why?
Chorus:
Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
Verse 2
Yukmouth:
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
to God cuz only God can solve the problems of today
get on my knees and pray, I cry and say
if I die today please take my soul away
make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
so many people with money fall victim of the gun
for tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs
wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't
wanna die this quickly
God the most expert hitman on earth to get me
had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other
first Pac now Biggie, what really goes on
lets hold on, like En Vogue, cuz when them devils want you gone
you gone, tombstones and funeral
homes keep yo game strong
my little homie got his brains blown (POW!)
ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya
dudes, how many brothers must we lose
before we hit tha ballers fued
it's only hurtin' me and you
cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use
dont be confused, these ??? folks to us
control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy
man look what they did to Kennedy
why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa
Chours
Verse 3
Numskull:
1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans
can't amount to millions bubble
that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads
my motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado
or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond,
got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine
and by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things
in your ear (what) bubble for 20
years if the world is still here
Yukmouth:
Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread
get indicted by the feds
and family members end up dead, REDRUM
I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher
then of course the terms they got worser
everyday is a different murder, so many
funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts
in the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin
cuz I lost my momma then my father in `95, I ask the lord why
why thugs die, why do thugs die
it's like that there playboys
watch your back cuz it's goin' down man
This goin' out to all the fallen soldiers
who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin
my playboy Tupac, rest in peace
my playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace
to all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody
you know (world wide)
reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor
smoke some blunts with your folks
they lookin' down on us proud
there is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real
believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh
Chorus
(Till end)
*(Numskull)*
I'm spoilin' all bitches!!
Uh,
if ya wanna,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me fuck,
side to side,
let me fuck, let me fuck.
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
It's like front,
back,
side to side,
two niggaz an two broads an both involved wit dirty drawls,
fo all y'alls,
wit all balls I'm spoilin all bitches,
all feticious females goin for riches,
delicious pussy, but never fools nobody,
cuz once a rat, always a rat "Who got cheese"
let me be the one throwin up lung from Hindu,
wipe my grill, peel off an then continue,
I got it in you, from big balls to ass tours,
"Who's ass you speakin on nigga?"
BITCH YOURS,
tonight's the night,
like the highschool prom,
I'm tryin to get some if your pussy is the bomb,
Halle Berry cut, or shaved off in the back,
I'm takin 'em all as long as they gone off the yak,
uh,
I come back from doin big thangs,
if it wasn't fo ginseng then yo pussy would be his thang,
but now.
*(Chorus)*
My folks ask me where I've been all day, (all day)
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.
Tryin to hold back my smile, (big thangs, dig that)
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
then they ask me again.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh, nigga, nigga, nigga,
money ain't changed us,
smoke reefa an pull mo bitches then Moefa,
Brat,
an Queen Latifah at the same plug, what?
rap sangaz, an black angers,
work a train on yo back famous, like crack slangaz,
rough ryder ass like black Wranglers,
that fat anus be,
jigglin bigga than,
they off in a Mercedez, while I'm doin 80's,
on the 5-80's to the 8-80's,
she drank babies,
like Lil Kim,
got bitches turned out they want to get fucked in they ass wit out havin
to ask them,
juss pass them dank an grasp them,
watch it crank,
I get my dick sucked on stage,
in front of the crowd when I nut in yo mouth the crowd shout like....
OH-OH, OWE, OWE!!
nut stains on yo neck lookin like a diamond ro-ro,
broke hoes is a no-no fo the don't knows an the po-po penelope,
be trailin me,
they tried to tap my mobile,
because my game is global!!
She's juss a freaky thang, (freaky thang)
she's juss a nasty girl, (nasty girl)
well you can tell that ain't my style.
*(chorus)*
My folks ask me where I've been all day,
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
Those that don't got pussy,
be the niggaz that's fuckin the block pussy,
turf hoppin stop pussy,
that put you in the blocks pussy,
smellin like ice pussy,
bitch you got a watch pussy,
I like pussy,
so don't worry about my pussy,
if we get down it's cuz we both tried to push up,
niggaz be on my dick like I'm the man wit all the hook-ups,
gimme some proper pussy,
that hollow tight proper pussy,
that fine ass, thick pregnant type hot pussy.
*(chorus)* x2
Tryin to hold back my smile,
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
Then they ask me again.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
featuring Phats Bossi, 2wice
Check this out.
*(Yukmouth talking)*
Yes.
2wice.
Uh.
(What's crackin?)
Drink-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot.
(Haha, is that right?)
And Phats Bossi.
Yes.
All of my niggas ridaz.
Check it.
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
All of my niggas ridaz.
small time grindas, pimps and big timers.
Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China.
Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.
Shit Is Real.
One mo time.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)*
Niggas fat
nigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightnin
and smoke the ground
show you how to blow a pound
wit out coughin
how to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin
funny style
wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin
my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin
one look at a crook
my nigga book, an then the Tech start barkin
shoot up the whole parkin lot
bullets ricochet apartments
got bitches slangin martian
wit big titties like Dolly Pardon
in the projects
dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin
walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin
startin shit in front of my buildin
here comes the sargent
raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant
that dirty varmit
back to the Regime conglomerate
where the climate
is always sunny for money
the small timers
become grindas
escalate to big timers
pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina.
This Shit Is Real nigga!
*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 2 *(2wice)*
Give us rememory morse
of course
takin no short fa sho
poppin the cop wit glocks
like I'm Tupac Shakur
cuz everyday we high as hell
dope is what we try an sell
nickle and dimes for buyin yayo
til I got lines of clientele
load up yo clip
click-clack
hold up yo shit
get back
if ya know ya shit
admitt that
roll up a spliff
an hit that
roll up the crib
made a nigga cost mail
you tried to post
but ya lay 'em in a coffin
the boss man
whips up another batch
pick up some other scratch
wit clips and some other straps
the 2wice suguest you stop
cuz my loot no share
cuz I invest in glocks
How ya shoot that there?
I do got playas
pimps slash some hustlas
that do got they rapid self
pass them suckels
I flip a Tech wit a muffle
greet the flex wit my muscle
the Luniz
doin they thing-ama-jig
an it must sell.
*(Chorus)* 2x
Eh!
Shit is real!
Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)*
Niggas feel that
when niggas found at
Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found yet
when 4, 15's was the only sound check
yo, what happened to the side shows
when niggas used to ride those
Vet's and 50's
to be connected drunkin rhinos
when bitches was dusted
sex was like "Fuck it"
an no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket
when shit was goin down
we followed it
if she ain't suckin dick by now
she swallowed it
wallow in yo guiltiness
everybody candy
and everybody rich like filthiness
but I can still see this
Ghost Town
ridin to another status
where everything is based on who the baddest
we had Lil Kim's
but they juss wasn't out the closet
an now we got 'em fuckin wit each other on some Mobb shit
Mobb shit
Mobb one
Mobb two
an then I got a Mobb for when there's else to do
get used to the crew.
Verse 4 *(Phats Bossi)
What?
See all young guns
where they come from
blocks of hoodlums
the fake shooks ones
they get touched wit busted ear drums
raw meat
me an Keek Sneek we start the big beat
if they mouth leak
wit big heats
get put to sleep
Mr. Phats slash Jaco
I'm out for pecos
go for gusto
Mobb villans we flippin Lexos
never trust those
dirty cats
they get the wet nose
get they head froze
Thugged Out, playin in wet clothes
the life of cut throat
cut throat
I'm in my hustle
show my muscle
flex off, then start to tussle
young guys, pushin Hot Rods
begin the saga
blow like Hoffa
stack chips like Godfather
Shit Is Real.
*(Chorus)* 2x
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
What the fuck is this?
It's the bullet holes Tupac
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
I'm broke as fuck an' it's like that I'm livin' an'
I'm watchin' niggaz bubble when the jealousy is kickin' in
I wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty
It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again
It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still, we had a treaty
So now they goin' back on they first deal
Now they ready to put the lead on ya
How would you like it if a nigga was broke an' came fed on ya?
That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's
Readin' fools I'm known as a shista deceivin' fools
See quit's pagin' me
Snoopin' around found trouble
Fo tryin' to fuck up a niggaz bubble
Don't bubble mo than he got
'Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
Then that's more cash in the Pot
I got a rival now, tha turf is showin' what it's worth
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be
All I can be so all I can see is victory
I'm struggle master so the doo doo that you do
Will only make me wanna bubble faster
No party poop 'cuz this troop came Federal
Slappin' hoes in they neck juss to let 'em know
It's all clear now why it's so hard to say goodbye
You broke, I'm gettin' high don't make me put the lead on ya
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Here I come I'm outta jail fresh in the air
Nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care
So let me think nigga I need to pick up pace
Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes
So ah let me get straight down to business
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
An' I'm a be like quick on my feet
You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an' me
An' even if you're the chief of police
Nigga you will still catch some heat
'Cuz I'm juss one of the killaz in the town
A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin' down
So homie step back this is a jack
Nigga make a move an' that ass will get jacked
Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank-quid
An' Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see
Juss call me S I C K , I love to kill fo play
'Cuz like cube it was a good day
An' I'm a be like strictly on my Q's
P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools
So don't you even fuck wit my rep
My rep's too big an' leavin' you diggin' fo days
An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya
I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya
Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America
An' if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya beeitch
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass
Hell yeah I'm on welfare G A checks
Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin' vet on the set
Let my mail stretch an' gets up
To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up
I whips up the cream
Twenty eight grams on the triple beam
Chefs hittin' clean, how much clean?
Four-fifteens, an' the zap-co
The rap-go, we slip an made a weak move
Don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
But ain't no Bonnie an' Clyde nigga
'Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an' slide nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo
'Cuz bein' broke is the worst thang
Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
No shot, I mean it's so hot, I'm snatchin' hella face from the block
I got the glock sixteen on my waist juss in case
Never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate
When I shake the dice another one bites the dust
They mad as fuck gettin' struck by the shista
I shoulda known 'cuz rule number one
Never roll craps wit some niggaz on a track you ain't from
They young an' claimin' they broke, but they forgotten
That I got they mail, an' I can tell they plottin'
But shit, they'll get licked like a popsicle
Don't fuck around an' get sent to the hospital
Little niggaz think they slick but they already sawin'
Popin' at y'all take on raw shit
Let me raise up from these cowards turf
Yeah 'cuz little do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt
Niggaz mean muggin' me but what that do
I'm a soldier till it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk
So if you want funk you be a dead homie
'Cuz I be down if you pull a 2 elev homie
Now all the niggaz gettin' lit up
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up
'Cuz I'm a put the lead on ya punk ass nigga
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Man, that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!
Hey, what's all this? Hey, stop all this confusion
Hey, order in the court
You're guilty
No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty
Law makers, politicians, business men, the police
You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes
You don't see none of that, you're the reason why, I'm a criminal
You're the reason why I'm the ice cream man
I spent hella time on the block late and I feel safe
As long as I can shoot the glock straight
So come, get the greenery, rush to the bank, collect yo doe
Make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cuz the man
(Be comin' around the mountian when he come)
That's a rigg up, I rather swallow my yay an' shit slugs
Fuck task, it's a must, I bubble
So many rocks in my jaw, I feel like Barney Rubble
I got my pager an; my bus pass
Grab my Avion water juss in case I had to dust task
It was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin'
One was on my team smokin' hamps an' poppin' leads
(Knock on weed, nigga, fuck that, knock on weed, you got a twenty?)
Gave up two tens an' a bump 'cuz I had plenty
Not even knowin' what I juss did
Put the money in my pocket an' headed back to the crib
Got a tingle on my dick feelin' bad
Looked up an' seen task cars comin' at me
So I bounced through a buildin', lost all my cash
Swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin' ass
Then found myself by Blyman's house, thinkin' about juice
Hit the turf, sky out through the roof
But that plan was cancelled, betta give up
Betta throw yo hands up, here comes the man
The gloves on the other hand
Got on my knees, crossed my legs, then threw up my hands
One of them yelled,"Bitch, hit the deck!"
Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an' almost broke my neck
I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back
Then they asked me, "Hey where the fuck our money at?"
Now I'm stressin' 'cuz the dogs right beside me
They took me down so that the under could identify me
You got the right one baby, shot me downtown
Threw me in a cell that's drivin' me crazy
So they booked me, walked me through the court door
Stripped me down an' gave me some drawls the next nigga wore
I'm in my pad makin' phone calls so I can post bail
Go home an' then put on my own drawls
Got in touch wit my nigga Yuk, what's up fool?
I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut
Snatch it up, get it off, come an' get me
Before I go back to court an' they judge can get wit me
'Cuz the D-A was talkin' nonsense at my arraignment
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Oh-hoo-hoo, baby
Oh yeah, eh-hey
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes
We blastes, to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses
The dust that?s bein' kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up
Do a stick up, at an armor truck pick up
Then get tucked, up out the scenery
Wit greenery, stopped up, watch up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got fiends on my team
Like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling
Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip
Endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, so playa hataz, hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest
But notice, I got a little mail now
'Cuz everybody bump L U N I Z like hell now
You just a busta brown an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue
Really though
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)
I gots to, keep my business to myself
'Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it?s loaded
Hatin' get yo grill exploded, quick, severed
The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber
I never knew that, but who's that, an' next
I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex
It be them broke ass, no cash
Bustaz tryin' to quote that's why the town got rid 'o Short
I think you busta browns need to wise up, before we ride up
Stop, sew up yo block, an sew them lies up
Once don't trip, twice no grip
Three times, will get you bucked wit the nine
I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still
Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal
You need to stop, hatin' on
The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa, playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)
Break it down, oh yeah
Fo' the Luniz an, they homies
I am here to let you know
Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone
Let me tell yo ass a story, yes they just be hatin' to the fullest
But you can miss me wit that B.S. that you stress
When you test the young Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up
Chest get lit up, foo that's a rigg up
Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know
It's like rap an sellin' crack is all I'm good for
Hangin' in the hood for so long, I see why they talk
Bitches, snitch a bustaz home
(Can we talk fo' a minute?)
You're wrong I won't be offended
I be there hand in hand wit the pencil
Can it all be so simple
Like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo
Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump
But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't quote it
Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it
I don't understand
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Playz gonna play)
(Why you wanna playa?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
Suppress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
Gets around it while niggas quit
(Woah!)
This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
'Cause niggas say the pussy be the sticky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin', blackin'
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin'
Nigga like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y U K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
To the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary tramps
The one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it and girl the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
Lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily?
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty
(Well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy
(Well, where's that weed fiend?)
You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun
Blow one for the po one
Nigga, don't you owe one?
Act like ya know one
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
Bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side
(Hash money)
Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
Then I started sellin' weed
Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
To catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
'Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an'
(Aah!)
High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man
Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit
Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit
Man, you already know do
Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like ass hemp's and grime, cocky mouth
Chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
'Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink a lot never like to think a lot
Nigga I don't smoke no more 'cause I don't like the stank a lot
Nigga I'm drink a lot, smoke a lot too nigga
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes
(Fuck y'all)
And me nigga
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga
Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas
(Fuck you nigga)
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs
Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs
I had much love from dope fiends plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
I used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up
Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
I been broke, rollin' through yo mutha fuckin' hood in trench coats
Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
I'm not play, I don't play though, I'm out to get yo pay roll
Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo from the Vill hoe
To the mutha fuckin' Fil-Mo fo real though
None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
Practice lookin' harder than 40 Water
Niggaz all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo face
An off the Golden Gate
Let go I'm down to break jaws when I take alls
Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog
Break laws leathal weapon like Danny slangin' candy
Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
That's why a nigga always gets blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
That's why a nigga always gets blunted
I see what you see but you don't see what I see
Mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
20 years of age, waitin' fo the day someone say cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
It's all about makin' mail fuck bein' cute
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles
I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on, an scoot on
Now mutha fucka can you buy that?
Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
An if a nigga run up then make his chest full
I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me cross me
A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
Instead I say moms meetin' pops was a mix up
Pick up Hennessy got my brain runnin' quicka than I can think
Adrenaline pumpin' about to faint
Ain't no shame can't be no 9 to 5 nigga
The O is where I'm from so I gots to survive nigga
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
That's why a nigga always gets blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
That's why a nigga always gets blunted
Nigga notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at
He did just that, showed me where the kicks at
An big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that
Yuk pull over park the Nova
Tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
I hold the Mag lookin' for the attack
Search the whole fuckin' crib 'cuz I know we got scratch
Creep up the mutha fuckin' stairs wit the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
But we laugh 'cuz we see task cars right next door
But we poor no budget fuck it so kick down the door
Boom kick it once, boom kick it twice
Three times it's breakin' got the whole fuckin' building shakin'
Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more
Where the kicks at man? I think they in the third drawer
There's more an that's a fa sho-sho I got the doe
Now we up out the door before the neighbors call po-po
To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
In my sock, I rub daily 'cuz it's scratchin' my ankle
It's morning we unleash to the streets
Wit 12 G's a piece headed straight to the East
Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
That's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
That's why a nigga always gets blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted, gaffled an licks I've done it
Stress, that's all y'all hear
I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?)
Baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
By so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin' moves and breakin' fools and V-12's
Like you and I, I flew in' high of Endo and I.C.E.
That baby's supposed to look like me
Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes?
Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
Lookin' like a baby macks hair-drum, huh
Platinum, until my bread come, so she can try to sue me and do me
Like they did my man Num, my baby mamma
The typical groupie, she watch me go from
Squattin' the hoopie, to clockin' loochie and the prowl
I see woman livin' me coochie like, catch
(Catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, hey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up your hands if you're going to court, hey
The life that you live is long not short, hey
Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin' weed
On the porch with your baby mamma
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back she probably fuck my partner
But you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)
My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes
To conceive a nigga, baby and basically fuck up everything
Bring your whole castle to ruins
If you don't see your baby in my presence then I'm suing
I knew you was scandalous, manless
But I took a chance though
Now every time a nigga get paid I see your hands hoe
(Ice that dough)
You stick the D.A. on me, and even worse than that
You got my little baby daughter thinkin' Daddy phony
But will she grow up; you tell her your faulty tales
When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail
I was in jail, you told lies to my mum
Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom
Now, I'm going to court for welfare-back payments
Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements
I got the lead on ya, you only Daddy's little girl
Because I think your daddy's sweet on ya
Your baby mamma
Why y'all be crazy daily, hit us up with drama
Playin' with babies and tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)
Your baby mamma's, they come in all shapes and sizes
With little surprises in their bellies
They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies
And ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin' out the whole scenery
My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife
At night, she the type to go sleep walkin' with a knife
Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin' to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha
Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit'cha
(Bitch)
Quit fuckin' my high off, quit showin' up at shows askin'
For dough fuckin' my life off
Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy
Smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya
(Hey)
Tie you shoes on these down-home blues
Out of all the woman I choose your baby mamma look like boo-bleh
I got some top notches I know you do to
But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
But you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)
Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh
Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's
Now, who go the baby mamma's? Dig it
Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's
Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's, mamma's
Hey, the section eight mamma's, mamma's
Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma's?
Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought
Niggaz was gonna come weak?
Nigga this the mobb fool, uh
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle
The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles
Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles
Baby couples I mean the strong kill the weak
Million dolla puzzles I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet I put it all back together
Mass melted chambers strictly guarded by barretas, uh
Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep think they found a way to blast me
Grossly mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
Sliced they throat look in my eyes now slowly
Your oldie that?s for takin' it P now what?s left to play soley
That?s for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it?s a respect thang
Can?t tell the tune left ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up
Got sold on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city I could care less about your pitty
I?m phats bossin' ready to die come and get me
Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off
Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
Like dustin' hoff killin' MC?s off wit a vengeance
Blow the microphone up an leave it smokin' when I?m finished
Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it
So when you come to smoke wit' our records
Nigga you know who run it I gets blunted 168 hours a week
P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet
But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz
Of a nigga that?s out to make mills, uh
My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats
Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast
If it?s one thang this nigga hate it?s niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees
That?s why it?s no exception to the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle huddles an plans can?t amount to millions bubble
That?s why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
No matter my home nigga my home is where I?m hustlin'
Wit killaz on the payroll makin' up for lost pay loads
The bay knows it?s hustle-matic till you drop
Stop lookin' bold through the cuts, lookin' for cops
I kept on runnin' for three years too mutha fuckin' long
And had to cope wit' everythang that went wrong
I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz religion
But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions
Never listened to grown folks I did my own thang
So mutha fuckin' what if it?s the wrong thang
It?s only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the payroll
Nigga an get yo shit right
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales
An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males
That?s why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad
It?s sad they did my comrad bad smoked him wit' the mag
Now he?s walkin' wit' a cane and wearin' a shit bag
My loc keep me focused got me sportin' this rag
Wit' this tragedy added to agony
An frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn?t stop me
Retaliation 'cuz his only climax was pay back
He let his wounds heal an got more get back
An low track posted up wit the family shack
Fully strapped wit' a Benjamin big faced stack
Only to get attacked lookin' for the sale he put in his work
He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars
Before the deaths of biggie and Tupac Shakur
Is this the effects of being young black an poor?
Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?
Had killaz lookin' for him from Crenshaw to 5th wards
To the O A K 6-9 will keeps it real 'cuz men sharpen men
Like steel sharpen steel
We warriors for the skrill wit' a whole lot of will
An I?m never gonna put down my sword an kill
'Cuz I?m out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill
Yeah, straight mobbulation, affiliation
Run up squared and put down
Assassination
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz ain?t knowin')
Uh, uh, well, it?s that will nigga
That real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit' l we doubled barreled guns
Mutha fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so
Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we won?t fuck around wit' you
I do hang wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta niggaz like you
Can?t trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I don?t be drinkin' no brew
I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just Hindu
I do I go under and under like true lies
Shakin' these fleas and shoo-flys royalties from noo-trybe
Got niggaz tryin' to twist me like screw drivers
But fuck what you claimin' we ain?t mack 10
Hoobangin', hooride so who die?
Nobody ever knew 'cuz true killaz don?t fuck wit' niggaz like you
Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya feelin' the blues drunk an I say
Grabbin' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man since ?92
Comin' through in the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes
Fuck too tru?s vogues give the hoes blues bitches choose to lose
Plus I puff indo, fool how could you refuse
I do not be fuckin' wit' broke bitches like you
But only if you knew my gang
I?d have you running trains through the crew, I do
But since I got funk wit' that no limit crew somethin' new
Niggaz been tryin' to step on my shoes you know who
That nigga got a perm like dru
Burn like two remmies when he perform for you
I do kick it wit real niggaz from frisco
Back to my niggaz from get low the RBL my nigga cool nut 11/5
Bump this in yo seven ride get a show and bring you about seven die
Mutha fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz ain?t bumpin' no 4-tay
'Cuz he too busy bietch tryin' to smoke some more yay, uh
Jose around the bay I knew he be funny lookin like g-money
Nigga puffin' voos heard you got married to a crack like
You need to get some get right like mac mall
'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all
We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls
So don?t get flat on your walls
An get snatched up in a u-haul
'Cuz you?se a bitch nigga like rupaul
You all think you gonna make money dissin' my crew?
But only if you knew nigga
You fuckin' wit these mobb niggaz fool, uh
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when it?s time
To handle business nigga lay low
I got some killaz on the payroll
Nummy Num playboy
I remember when we was hella broke dude
We just had a dream, right?
We made it happen dude
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Just me and you
Ooh baby, coming way up out the game
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again
Don't worry 'bout a damn thang
We used to be short on the avenue so broke on the avenue
I couldn't afford to have a brew
How it happened dude, just me and you
I use to drink brew after you
You had your daughter first, my baby son was born right after you
Now we making cash with Dru, oh look what havin' cash would do
Playahatas come after you, if they blast at you
I'd be the first one to prove what the mass would do
One ain't better than havin' two, looney individuals off cash and brew
Lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at you
Hindu drinkin' glass with you, cheers
We lasted through years what we have to do
We finally here, I got 5 showed on the Billboard Live
Doin' songs with Too Short, courtesy of Jive
Front page of the Vibe, live and direct,
Rafael Saadiq freak that beat chorus and drumset
Make your ears wet like sex, who waitin to come next
With Pavey Rolex, just me and you
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Just me and you
Ooh baby, coming way up out the game
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again
Don't worry 'bout a damn thang
We risked it and killed in Cali before we make bread
Creating our heaven on earth but it's worse we cursed from birth
Now turn money and keepin' moms happy
Got me gladly livin lavelle, I say we blessed to have mail
Big Willie, I'm numb to the world baby
Don't speak among thangs unless it pays me
You never see Yuckmouth weighin circumstances
You never see Numbskull flossin takin chances
Advancement is okay doe and cheatin is alright
And it's best to have some killa's on the payroll, day and night
Stick and move pick and choose licks
Benet wasn't in it that's why Benet didn't benefit
Believe my story the tale of glory didn't make me believe
That in America I never had to worry
Cupid wasn't stupid but never was Numb and Yuck
It was all dreams and wishes, game and luck
Just me and you
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Just me and you
Ooh baby, coming way up out the game
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again
Don't worry 'bout a damn thang
It was gonna happen man
First we got 5 on it, now we got 5 on big beats
Rafael Saadiq, DJ Quik, G 1, that's how it happened man
Once you get large do your thang, big thangs man
Hey, when you saw my show in '94 you didn't know
We'd blow like Nitroclycerin, Girbaud, Tommy Hill, Timberland
Playboy, I use to rock a pendelton, officer arrests a gentleman
Now I'm spending big deusch marks on German women
In the red light district way out in Amsterdam kickin it
Adam and Eve coffee shop, purchase grams wicked
Disappeared like the grand wizard dig it
Trying to be the richest young black brothas in the business
I heard so many times it was hopeless, bogus
Accordin' to both of us the world was untouched
We had to focus, I had to explain thangs to the fullest
Figured out what we could and couldn't
And made plans to get the puddin'
There's too many rules to made and broke
The mail is to be made so lets fade a toast
Now tell these folks to let me be all I can be
So the L U N I Z will go down is history
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Just me and you
Ooh baby, coming way up out the game
Just me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Ha ha, the remix, 5 on it
We creepin' in too, baby
(We got 5 on every thang, mayn)
We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz
(Shock G, whassup?)
(Know it's goin together man)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40
(Spice 1)
You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table
But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, bruh, no elementary school ground playin'
Not a five dollar bill but five double zero on the real feel
I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s
I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day
Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty then parlay
I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's
'Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner
Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma
Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
Mo' C-zacks? Believe that tokin' where you from?
Oakland, smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me at every event
I'm sacked up, so if ya need me, scream, "Double R" when ya see me
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and revenue grows
From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'
Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and Northern Lights
You expect to vick the baron and you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla
But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me
Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust
Ready to do a murda, mayn, perved off the Hurricane
Slurred again, witness what bein off two-fifths equal
Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method
Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast
Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do
Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down
'Cause new styles is goin down, look around you
Tunes from the Lunz spreadin' 'round and 'round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still bringin satin for them drawers
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause
Rollin' up cannabis seteva, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin' on Hurricane
Ready to smoke on the endo, rollin' up my window, fin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man
Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T H C ain't no joke
I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an' croak
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, whassup baby?
It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight
You a little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Like they always say, what's good for Num
Is always good for you, let's get high
20 blunts a day, hen and alazae
20 blunts a day, hen and alazae
One, drink a lot, all day
(Two)
Five, smoke a lot, all day
(Twenty)
You know what I came to do
Came to drink wit a gold face same as you
Drop a fifty on the bar for a fifth of Hindu
Got freaks wit me, gotta get gin too
I know hoes think the same as me
Because they came to the club lookin' like freak nasty
Pullin' niggaz on the floor, dance nasty as you wanna
Rub a dub, dub, lap dance in the corner
Same old shit, same old hits, same old click, same old dick
Bitch, don't look in my eyes, 'cuz I ain't payin'
Ya shoulda known pimpy doo, niggaz, ain't playin'
Just pull down yo' drawls, so a nigga can see
'Cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin' wit me
Pop a coochie to the back, pop a coochie to the front
But damn, open yo' thighs, pick up my nigga blunt
What ya really want, what ya really need?
Pop the breaks on that shit and let's get keyed
Girl, I always pictured you in neon lights
Big 44, double D's, what a sight
You and me both, we can get respect
Two triple shots of hen and we'll be on deck
You my type, you old hoe, you my type, you know
(Hen and alazae)
I'm feelin' like I wanna hurl
(Hen and alazae)
I think I'm gonna leave this world
(Hen and alazae)
I been drink a lot all day
(Hen and alazae)
That's why I'm lookin' this way
(Hen and alazae)
I think I need a li'l more
(Hen and alazae)
Send yo' mama to the store
(Hen and alazae)
I can't keep my vision straight
Hen and alazae, zae
Smoke a lot, smoke a lot, why do you smoke?
20 blunts a day, you don't choke
Why bitches doggy style, nut down yo throat
Get up while my dick on yo' coat and I'm bumpin' too short
Down the block, three on fourth
My nigga Num, drunk on the porch off a muthafuckin' quart of OE
Nickle and dime ass nigga to a top hat balla, big rigga like E-Fourtee
Niggaz know me, smoke a lot, only smoke weed, blow trees
Whole keys, see me in a E-3 dub, rollin' sweet up every time you see yuk
Peep us, only bad bitches beep us
Turn yo' main squeeze into a cheata, smokin' reefa
Took off my DK's and she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka
And her pussy, lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see
Mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie, woogie
Bust nuts on yo' Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie
And be a ride a Benz wit my knees, what?
Breakin' trees up, rollin' weed up on my way to the V up
To put the G's up, see yuk, hella high, tinky eyed like Korea
(20 blunts a day)
I been gettin high all day
(20 blunts a day)
And the blunts get bigger
(20 blunts a day)
Excuse me if my eyes are glazed
(20 blunts a day)
That's why I'm lookin' this way
(20 blunts a day)
Eenie meenie, minie mo
(20 blunts a day)
Sticky, sticky endo
(20 blunts a day)
Step aside and let me blaze
20 blunts a day, blazed
Do it on the way to San Jose
20 blunts a day in the dock of the bay
Niggaz, I'm scratch but they call it Killa Cali
I'm walkin' through the spot in my crocodile ballies
20 bag please, 20 deep east
I finna smoke a stanky and get high as a tree
Wit my dime piece mommie, queen bee's keeper
When the bitch shake her ass, nigga, you should see her
Wit a taped on bracelet, diamond laced watches
Mossimo jeans wit her condoms in the pocket
The bitch is real bad in a drop top Jag
Sittin' on chrome shelf on paper tag
Slidin' off G-string off in a coach bag
Dolla sign eyes and a stash full of hash
Back to the side where niggaz blaze
Home of the crew and the booty shake
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin'
Dick all hard, tryin' to shake a li'l sumthin'
Lookin' for the one that'll do me right
Who keep me cummin' all through the night
Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees
Fuck me, suck me but nigga, please
Let a nigga hit it, bitch, I know you wit it
From the back 'cuz my dicks all in it
I stick it in like it ain't no thang
Dick stay hard, OD'd on Ginseng
Come and be my private dancer
A playa like me is yo' only answer
Holla at yo' boy if you wanna play
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay
(20 blunts a day)
I been gettin' high all day
(20 blunts a day)
And the blunts get bigger
(20 blunts a day)
Excuse me if my eyes are glazed
(20 blunts a day)
That's why I'm lookin' this way
(20 blunts a day)
Eenie meenie, minie mo
(20 blunts a day)
Sticky, sticky endo
(20 blunts a day)
Step aside and let me blaze
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front
Bitches be lovin' how I dick 'em
When I get them in the mood to fuck
They hold up all my nuts and lick 'em
They break me off cash flow
Any damn thing I ask for
So a nigga paid up the asshole
Some fools be thinkin'
They gotta win her like Bruce Jinna
But Joe Tenner is lettin' every nigger run up in her
Most of the tricks I pick up
Like to get fucked
As a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
Like this slut named Kim I knew
She fucked me, fucked him
And she fucked all of them too
So we worked the train on her
And left enough stains on her neck
Lookin' like a gold chain on her
No free high, the hoochie couldn't find two
Even though she popped that coochie
Like the hole from 2 live crew
So if you bump into this bitch on the streets
And you like the pussy deep, nigga speak
Because she's just a freak
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
I'll be rollin' through your cup, mother fuck, you what's up
It's that little nigga yuck and I don't give a fuck
Rollin' through your neighborhood
Motherfucker, yo it's me, the capital N U C K L to the E
See this is for them hoes and the trick tramp sluts
All these stupid bitches on my motherfuckin' nuts
All up on my nuts 'cause a niggas gettin' richer
Didn't mean to hit ya, hope you get the picture
Back in 91' you was a little bit stuck up
Actin' like you didn't have time for the fuck up
Tryin' to walk the halls, wit that little switch
Tryin' to play that roll but you ain't nothin' but a bitch
A bitch on my dick 'cause you hoes make me sick
Come and get a lick of the dicks do a trick
Caught you in the mix with a fix turnin' tricks
Fuckin' one nigga while you lickin' two dicks
She's a freak
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
My dick up and hick up bitch but don't stick up your nose
'Cause you don't look shit like En Vogue
Hoes taxi around them gold ones
Actin' like they don't fuck no one be the master like Sho Gun
At the hot tubs makin' a gang of waves
Hoe in the cunt doin' stunts like super dave
Ballas call her the human giraffe
No joke 'cause that ass be deep throatin' niggas on the quick fast
With no whiplash
You see me footin' it but couldn't it be cool
Won't buy you assy food when we cruise, you lose
She give niggas blues like 505, don't ask why
I guess that stank bitch is a fall guy
You got no bucks, you can't fuck, we'll thats how I put it
C&H; got that hole on tape, straight footage
The same bitch that wouldn't speak was on the TV screen
Suckin' everybody mean because she's just a freak
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*
Nigga, what's hap'nin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, ain't this the last album.
F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.
*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
hear ya.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Well it's the one of the mill nigga
the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest
fill niggaz up wit bullets
kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit
an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
when it's the wig split
come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
'cause ya f**kin either two
of yo baby ma'mas
got em on camera
doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy hole
fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
automatic
so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs
then a see-saw
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T
ya dig?
Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*
Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same
one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game
now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off
I'm still gettin zips off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off
until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now what you wanna do?
it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
that's what they cost in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not touch
ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?
if you scared go to church, I know it hurts
to find out, she works for me
brought me that Jeep
that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut
that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,
'cause we.
*(Chorus)*
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let
me hear ya.
Verse 3 *(Dru Down
I'm steadily stackin up on the green
ballas will use the triple beam
shot calla use they words
hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served
now observe the definition of the pimp-mode
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
doe is what I love, so what's up?
nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough
nigga I had it rough
an nigga it ain't no bluff
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
yeah okay
I turned straight into a hustla
crap on bustas
skrilla fo reala from them suckas
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door
ready to bubble
I turned into a balla, shot calla
two for twamp
with in a year I'm back on the spot
zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked
bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me
an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right
side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that
hoe.
Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*
Fa sho. G-A fo checks
pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block
wit 4 techs
niggaz on this, on the move in many
plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's
that ain't my thang ruger
it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang
my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,
an issued this game
my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola
smack, mack, the greenery an crackola
homies wanna be down rollin big stacks
you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack
so sick wid it
that's why I shitted on raps fo luck
I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck
could never be stuck
I'm facin a life of brokeness already
f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game
blame no nigga fo my down fall
but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all
we all.
*(Chorus)*
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
*(talking in the background)*
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
[Chorus: x1]
You gotta have a j-o-b
If you wanna be wit me
Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a n-o-, n-o- fa sho
[Girl Talking]
I'm tired of these motherfuckers
Talkin bout broke ass ho's
You motherfuckin right I'ma broke ass ho
Breakin yo motherfuckin ass off every time I see you
I needs my cash man
Gotta have it, gon have it, gon get it
[Yukmouth]
Who's the mack, I'm the mack, you's the mack
Kickin a gangsta limpin pimpin like Pretty cone
Now it's your herringbone I'm wearin home
[Numskull]
Dearly beloved, I'm so low-budget no gold nugget's
Chillin in the two do' cutlass same ol' bucket
[Yukmouth]
I love it when them bitches call me J.J
Cause I'm the bebe, them bitches come visit
On pay day
[Numskull]
To get checks to buy leather coats
That's why I'm solo
Cause broke bitches is a no no
[Chorus: x1]
[Girls talking]
Bitch that's just like when that nigga
Took me to Vegas, his fat ass fell asleep
I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys(whaat)
When I initialed back to the town
Sold his triple gold for a playa's price(HAHA!)
[Yukmouth]
My balls spin off the wall mic goes, psycho's
Therapy to carry me, and felt me
A bitch can't help less that bitch wealthy
Cause they ain't shit but ho's and tricks
So I goes and gives the bitch the stolen grip
That left on my nigga's clothes and shit
Vogues and shit, for my hooptie, gucci link
Me don't wanna no broke ass hoochie
Cause they coochie stink
Think, while your fa sho sho, bitch is a no no
Nigga's kick down you do' at the kick
She got your ass licked at the mo mo
Don't no why ya trustin the bitch
Cause she suckin ya dick
But he fuckin ya bitch
In the mix, don't get it twisted
These bitches be broke as fuck
Knowin the under they be posted up
Sellin but on Novero, make dinero cash
Or get the eight and half up yo narrow ass
I lay my pimpin down like Ron O'Neal
Chill in the village, deal wit more
Clean dope fiend like Willis, broke bitches kill me
[Chorus: x2]
[Girls talking]
Oohhh, bitch ain't that Num from the Luniz
Yeah, I heard that motherfucker got hella scrilla
You ain't knowin, I'ma set the motherfucker up
Get him high wit this sunshine pussy
And Nummy all mine, ohh yeah
[Numskull]
I wanna fuck and that's it
After that split
I didn't kiss ya cause ya breath smelled like shit
I only stayed cause you was lickin me
But then I got fed up because ya dookie braid's was stickin me
Ya lookin like ya from the blue lagoon
But I ain't trippin cause I know that you'll be leavin soon
Bitch, you only wit me cause you think dat I'm rich
You fuck twenty mo' nigga's, then come to me
Sayin you got the itch
But I ain't got it punk, I use to jimmy
"Uh-uh, remember that day we was fuckin to humpty hump"
The rubber broke, and I jumped
Hit my head on the lamp
Cause I was amped, off of drank and the hamps
Chorus:
creep on it, on it, on it, on it
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five
(Yukmouth)
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies
when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
unless you pull out the fat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
causs fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
and if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cause homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie
Chorus:
Chorus:
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and IM TOW BACK
I got five on it,
PARTNA lets go half on a sac
(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
don't need no cruch I'm so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
Chorus
(Knumskull)
hey, make this right mate
stop at the light mate,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, I fade
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(Yukmouth)
been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the O-A-K the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the E-S-O,
drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeza
and everybody's blowed ahh, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
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